The Depth Of My Lover

Soft gates of pleasure,  
Unfolds exposing the moist desire
Embers of a fire ,Sweet rivers of Eden
Ready for her lovers touch
or able flick of a tongue
He stares at her every quiver
every moan gets a passing grade
No finer taste has touched his tongue
The scent of his women turns him on
His throbbing steel like erection
unable to be contained  
peeks out of his Calvin's,
a groundhog observing a view.
Knowing fingers reach her breast
Circling, pinching with a slight caress  
She lets out a scream and he emerges from the depth
Glistening lips  
Wet fingertips  
Ready , willing and able are all on the menu tonight,
The lovers together become one body in flight.